Beauty and the Bodyguard

"This bitch is really lucky."

Mr. Qi gritted his teeth and sneered. Every restrained action of No. 13 was full of ridicule in his eyes at this moment.

Every extra second No. 13 lives is a slap in the face!

Lu Chunfeng smiled and comforted: "Luck is not under anyone's control. In the end, strength has to speak for itself. He has no chance."

"That's natural."

Mr. Qi's expression softened a little, and he refrained from speaking and intervening in the death match on the battlefield.

At this moment, the other one among the three survivors was the death row inmate No. 8 who had just fired the magic bow.

As for the target targeted by Death Row Prisoner No. 8, he once again ignored No. 13 and directly aimed at the old man No. 4.

This is normal.

After all, the performance of old man No. 4 just now was indeed a bit scary. He looked thin and weak, but in the blink of an eye he had killed seven people in a row.

As long as No. 8 had any sense at all, he would not risk being attacked by No. 4 and turn around to deal with a loser like No. 13 who had never accomplished anything and was just relying on luck to survive until now.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three arrows were fired in succession. Number 8 had already staked everything and would be killed if he shot.

There were exclamations in the stands, and many second-generation people who followed the trend and bought No. 4 to win were sweating for him.

As a result, in the next second, Old Man No. 4's figure suddenly grew sharply, and his muscles instantly grew dozens of times, turning him into a muscular man.

With the explosion of force under his feet, a large area of ​​the battlefield collapsed on the spot.

On the other hand, No. 4 himself had transformed into a human-shaped cannonball. Not only did he easily avoid three consecutive arrows, but he also rushed directly in front of No. 8 and slapped him with a backhand.

Number 8's head spun seven times in one second.

"good!"

Seeing No. 8's corpse fall, Mr. Qi clapped his hands and laughed, and the second generation also cheered and echoed.

Now that there were only two people left in the audience, Mr. Qi did not feel that the price had dropped. He looked at No. 13, who was hiding in the corner and shivering, and smiled ferociously.

"Don't rush to kill him now, play with him, and play with him to death for me!"

Mr. Qi turned to Lin Yi and said loudly: "I suggest you quickly think about what kind of dog barking you should learn, a male dog or a female dog? But, I think the most suitable one for you is a wild dog. After all, with you I’m a good match.”

There was laughter in the stands.

Everyone was holding back to see Lin Yi make a fool of himself.

As for the life and death of No. 13 in the field, no one cares.

Zhao Feng frowned and fought back for Lin Yi: "The ones that bark the loudest are the wild dogs. Why do I think you are talking about yourself?"

"ha?"

Mr. Qi's face changed and he suddenly became angry: "Zhao Feng, you are so shameless. If you know what's going on, stay away from him. I can still turn a blind eye."

"If you don't know the truth yourself and insist on getting involved here, then don't blame me for taking care of you too!"

Zhao Feng sneered back: "Okay, I'm waiting. You can come and deal with me as much as you want, I'm afraid you don't have the guts!"

Mr. Qi couldn't help but choke.

Zhao Feng sneered: "You don't have the guts now? You know you have no seed and you still bark so happily. Are you really a castrated dog?"

"..."

Mr. Qi's face turned green and red.

He really didn't dare to touch Zhao Feng's hair.

Even though he has a background in Prince Qi's palace, everyone in the circle with a little bit of brains knows that you can ignore this woman Zhao Feng, but you must not step on her.

With how protective King Zhao is, once trouble breaks out, no matter how rich their family background is, they will never be able to protect them.

Prince Qi's Mansion is stronger than Prince Zhao's Mansion, but that doesn't mean that King Qi is willing to fall out with King Zhao for him. Those are two completely different concepts.

In desperation, Mr. Qi could only vent his anger on Lin Yi again.

"Lin Yi, you are a man after all. Do you only dare to hide behind women and chatter? Are you also a coward who only eats soft food?"

Under the gaze of the entire audience, Lin Yi showed no emotion at all and just pointed at the field.

"Your number four is dying."

Mr. Qi was startled and quickly looked towards the battlefield. It was obvious that No. 4 was standing there calmly and was about to kill No. 13 who was huddled in the corner.

“You’re still bluffing at this point, do you think it’s useful?”

Mr. Qi became more and more contemptuous.

Lin Yi's performance can only prove that he is completely out of ideas and can only find some advantage in the end.

In the final analysis, it’s a silly beep.

As a result, at this moment, an extremely unusual power fluctuation suddenly appeared under the battlefield, and countless dark tentacles emerged from underneath, directly entangled No. 4 in the next second.

As strong as No. 4, he didn't even have time to hum under these dark tentacles, and was dismembered on the spot.

In just a blink of an eye, No. 4's flesh and blood residue was swallowed up by the dark tentacles.

Then, everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Only No. 13, who seemed to be stunned, huddled in the corner and shivered.

There was dead silence.

No one expected that the situation, which was clearly about to be settled, would take such a 180-degree turn.

The key is, no one can understand this wave at all.

Mr. Qi was dumbfounded.

This is his home court, and he has personally selected all the prisoners on death row. In theory, everything should be under his control. How could such a bizarre situation happen?

"Isn't all their power of rules sealed? Could it be that No. 13 slipped through the net?"

A second-generation follower who failed to bet questioned in public.

The rest of the people agreed.

This is the only explanation they can think of, otherwise with No. 13's trashy virtue, why would they kill No. 4?

The key is that from beginning to end, there was no substantive contact between the two parties.

If there really was any contact, No. 13 would have been bombed to death long ago. How could he still be huddled in the corner at this moment?

However, after some inspection, the seal on No. 13 was not abnormal at all. In fact, the probability of a death row prisoner having problems in this regard was extremely low.

After all, when it comes to strength sealing, Tianlao is the most professional organization in the entire Inner Court.

Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and immediately said loudly: "Now you have nothing to show off, Mr. Qi, hurry up and admit defeat. Your son, the majestic King of Qi, will not show off in public, right?"

Mr. Qi looked stiff and didn't say a word for a long time with a dark face.

It's not that he can't afford to lose. The problem is that he really doesn't understand the secret behind it.

Even if you lose, you have to lose clearly.

In fact, not only Mr. Qi, but also Lu Chunfeng beside him was stunned for a long time before finally seeing some clues.

"This is the sacrificial circle. Number 4 was sacrificed just now."

Mr. Qi was shocked when he heard this: "Sacrifice? Sacrifice to whom? Gods?"